C Support:

Ivy: Ugh…
Zelkov: What is the meaning of this sound, Princess Ivy?
Ivy: Just a headache.
Zelkov: I hope you are not overworking yourself.
Ivy: I’m fine.
Ivy: And there is no need to pretend you care.
Ivy: I know you are not fond of me.
Zelkov: Hm.
Zelkov: Let me make this absolutely clear.
Zelkov: My concern for your well-being is genuine.
Zelkov: It is, after all, my responsibility.
Ivy: Hmm…
Zelkov: Yet for some reason, it concerns you whether I have fond feelings toward you.
Zelkov: So, allow me to state it plainly.
Zelkov: I do not have fond feelings toward you, Princess Ivy.
Zelkov: I see such things as irrelevant.
Zelkov: Whatever my sentiments may be, what matters is that you have my obedience.
Ivy: What a curious thing for my own retainer to say.
Ivy: But that’s a relief. I don’t like you either.
Zelkov: I will obey you regardless.
Ivy: So good to hear.

B Support:

Zelkov: There is nothing quite so isolating as pain.
Zelkov: It cannot be explained. The only window to understanding it is experience.
Zelkov: Does that mean we are destined to be strangers to one another?
Zelkov: Not at all. For we possess the gift of wisdom, by which we may intuit what we cannot see.
Zelkov: I have distilled this wisdom to its essence. I have corked it within this tincture.
Zelkov: This vessel encapsulates the light which will dispel the dark fog of your isolation.
Ivy: …
Ivy: I’m sorry, what is happening? What is this?
Zelkov: Headache medicine.
Ivy: You’re saying you made this? For me?
Zelkov: Yes. As your retainer, I have a duty to serve you by every available means.
Ivy: I… Thank you.
Zelkov: Your thanks are unnecessary. I am only doing my duty.
Ivy: …
Ivy: Thank you for reaffirming exactly why I dislike you.
Ivy: That said… I admit I appreciate your honesty.
Ivy: Many in your position would flatter or lie.
Ivy: You speak your mind. I respect that.
Zelkov: I, uh…
Ivy: Did you…have something more to say?
Zelkov: Apologies, Princess Ivy. The sentiment merely surprised me.
Zelkov: I will take my leave and attend to my other duties. Rest well.
Ivy: I will. Thank you, Zelkov.

A Support:

Ivy: Zelkov, I have something for you.
Zelkov: A paintbrush? Is this for me?
Ivy: Yes. To thank you for the headache medicine.
Ivy: I understand you’re a painter. But if you have no need for it, feel free to get rid of it.
Zelkov: On the contrary─I will take exquisite care of it. Thank you.
Ivy: I’m…glad you like it.
Zelkov: I…
Zelkov: Princess Ivy, I hope you know I enjoy my work.
Zelkov: In fact, when I have a task before me, it is my way to immerse myself in it entirely.
Zelkov: In those times, and only those times, my mind is truly at peace.
Zelkov: So long as I am your retainer, so long as there is work to do…I have a purpose.
Zelkov: That is how deeply I appreciate working for you.
Ivy: I see. If that’s true, then I’m happy to have you.
Zelkov: These are indeed my true feelings. You know I am unwilling to lie or flatter.
Ivy: Yes, you’ve made that clear.
Zelkov: I hope you will never hesitate to delegate any task to me.
Zelkov: I would die for you, my liege, and gladly.
Ivy: Gladly? Despite your lack of fond feelings toward me?
Zelkov: My feelings…may have changed.
Zelkov: I now think of you as an acceptable liege.
Ivy: I find you acceptable as well, Zelkov.
Zelkov: Hm, kind of you to say.
Ivy: However, dying for my sake is not a task to which I will assign you. Gladly or otherwise.
Ivy: Consider yourself under strict orders to survive as you continue to serve me.
Zelkov: You may rely on me, Princess Ivy.